Chapter 115: Unable to Let Go, a Sword Severs Lingering Attachments

The evening glow was dull and faint, and the sky was already tinged with black by the time Huang Qianjun returned carrying boxes of food. It was a bit awkward to say this out loud, but although Feng Xiaofeng could cook, his culinary skills left a lot to be desired. Feng Xiaoran was so young that she’d yet to even attempt learning to cook. Su Yi, meanwhile, was too lazy even to try. And Huang Qianjun was a silkpants. He’d been pampered from a young age, and he followed the maxim that “gentleman...